Zhou Qingmu tightened the sword in his hand.

However, the young man in huapao still had a gentle expression on his face: "It was definitely not my intention to chase Brother Yang. It's just that Brother Yang injured me before, so these incompetent men of mine rashly went after Brother Yang. Fortunately, nothing happened to Brother Yang.

, I, the prince, would like to apologize to Brother Yang for my subordinate’s presumption.”

Yang Zhao, however, ignored his words and just said coldly: "I won't work for you, give up. Get out of the way!"

After saying that, Yang Zhao pulled Zhou Qingmu beside him and walked forward.

After hearing this, the young man in Hua Pao's face turned cold, and the people behind him immediately blocked Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingmu.

"I'm afraid we can't let Brother Yang leave like this."

After the young man in the colorful robe finished speaking, everyone behind him immediately released their true energy, recited the magic formula, and prepared to stop these two shameless people.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao's expression became even colder and he said, "Then don't blame me for not holding back."

Having said that, Yang Zhao's body also had an aura that was not inferior to those of the people in front of him. Then the sharp knife on Yang Zhao's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and came into Yang Zhao's hand.

Yang Zhao recited the magic formula without hesitation, circulated his true energy, and slashed out with one strike.

"Blood Knife Pagoda."

This sword was completely different from Yang Zhao's previous moves. The bloody aura and the shocking chill in the sword were also a move that Yang Zhao had never used on the competition stage.

The young man in gorgeous robes was also extremely shocked. Yang Zhao slashed out with his sword and almost drove away several people in front of him.

Yang Zhao turned to Zhou Qingmu and said: "Xiao Mu, you go first. These people are in some trouble, and you are no match. I will come after I finish solving them."

"If I just leave like this, what kind of morality will it be?"

Zhou Qingmu smiled, but refused to leave. The young man waved the Immortal Burial Sword in his hand and exchanged hands with several of the people who had not been hit by Yang Zhao's sword.

"Thank you very much."

When Yang Zhao heard this, he smiled, his whole body lit up with fire, and he exchanged hands with the remaining people.

Zhou Qingmu distanced himself from those people, gathered the sword energy in his hand and swung the long sword suddenly.

The sword energy crosses Qingqiu!

After the two sides fought for a few more rounds, Zhou Qingmu felt slightly at a disadvantage. After all, he, Zhou Qingmu, was only a bone-building realm monk. No matter how outstanding his combat power was, he would still be unable to fend off several Lingfu realm monks at the same time. Even at this time,

, Zhou Qingmu also had no time to use the Mountain Destroying Palm. He had to rely on sword moves and many actual combat experiences to dodge the attacks of these people.

But at this moment, a golden ring appeared in the hand of a Taoist priest, and he suddenly threw it towards Zhou Qingmu, who had already seen the disadvantage.

This is a confinement magic weapon, which is generally used by Taoist sects to capture difficult criminals. If Zhou Qingmu was hit by this blow, he might not be able to escape.

Yang Zhao saw that the situation was not good, so he deliberately took several steps back. Just when a certain Taoist priest was about to stab him with a sword, Yang Zhao suddenly grabbed the young man in Chinese robes not far from him.

Seeing Yang Zhao grabbing the young man's neck, the sword-wielding Taoist also stopped.

"Stop it! Otherwise I will kill him immediately!"

Yang Zhao yelled, and the Taoist who threw the ring magic weapon also took back the magic weapon.

Suddenly, the previously stalemate battle stopped at this moment.

The menacing men were all looking at Yang Zhao, who was squeezing their master's neck.

"Enough!"
Chapter completed!